Tears on the kitchen floor
My tears
They say the kitchen
Is a woman’s domain
But since we’ve broken up
I’ve gone insane
I’ve left my tears
on the kitchen floor
A strange raincloud is overhead
Its light is as dull
As a used sixpence
It claims that the tears
On the kitchen floor
Are its own
That’s what always happens
To me
I never get any credit
For having any feelings
Brilliantly written 🖤
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thank you again, i’m glad you like it
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You’re most welcome 🖤
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Very much appreciated
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